Chapter 02 – Page 02/06
She stood amidst the wreckage, her breath ragged and her eyes red from tears. The room around her was a chaotic tableau of destruction, a physical manifestation of the storm of emotions that had raged within her. Her father’s presence, once an anchor of sorts, now felt like a painful reminder of the wounds he had inflicted upon her.
Her father stepped forward, his voice dripping with insincerity, “Well, that was quite the display, wasn’t it?”
Evienne’s gaze shot daggers at him, her anger fueled by the callousness of his words. “Don’t you dare make light of this,” she hissed, her voice quivering with a potent mix of rage and hurt.
He shrugged, his indifference an infuriating cloak that seemed to shield him from the weight of his actions. “What did you expect, Evienne? You’ve always been a handful.”
His dismissive tone was like a slap in the face, the culmination of years of neglect and emotional abandonment. “I expected you to care,” she spat, her fists clenched at her sides.
He rolled his eyes, his disdain evident. “Care? About what? Your outbursts? Your new enchanter powers? You were always too much trouble.”
The words struck her like a blow, the wounds of a lifetime of rejection suddenly raw and exposed. “I was your daughter,” she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of a grief that went beyond this moment.
He scoffed, his arrogance an impenetrable shield. “Daughter? You were nothing more than a constant reminder of her, a living embodiment of pain.”
The mention of her mother, a woman she had never known, twisted the knife of her heartache even deeper. “You couldn’t bear to look at me because I reminded you of her? Is that all I ever was to you?”
He shrugged again, his callousness a testament to his own emotional shallowness. “You were weak, like her. A liability.”
The room seemed to close in on her, the wreckage mirroring the ruins of the relationship she had once hoped to salvage. She was tired of fighting, tired of trying to earn the affection that should have been freely given. The storm within her grew, fueled by a new emotion—defiance.
With a sudden surge of power, she turned away from her father, her back straightening as the realization hit her like lightning. She wouldn’t let his disdain define her any longer. Her powers were hers to command, a force to be harnessed, not a curse to be hidden away.
She stepped toward the shattered window, the cold evening air a balm against her heated skin. “I may have been weak in your eyes,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremors of her emotions. “But no longer.”
As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky with shades of gold and amber, Evienne turned away from her father for the final time. The path ahead was uncertain, but she was done allowing him to wield power over her. The shards of the past lay at her feet, a mosaic of pain and strength that would shape her journey from this point on.
With a deep breath, she stepped into the embrace of the unknown, her heart heavy yet resolute. As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, she walked away from the wreckage of her father’s house, her steps a declaration of independence and a promise to herself. The girl with the storm inside was no longer at the mercy of the tempest; she was the one who would control its fury and shape its purpose.
And so, as the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, Evienne ventured forth, her journey a symphony of memories, emotions, and a newfound sense of empowerment. The tale of the girl with the storm inside was far from over; it was just beginning, and the chapters that lay ahead held the promise of transformation, redemption, and a destiny waiting to be unveiled.